Post by untilthis.echo on Dec 23, 2006 19:17:31 GMT -5
Name: Nettlekit
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Kit
Clan: Riverclan
Description: Nettlekit is a young little maine coon kitten. At medium height with a difference of an inch or two from most kittens, she's a rich dark brown kit. Her tail has an ebony black tip and she sports four snowy white paws. Just underneath her thick fur are barely visible dark tabby stripes among her chocolate fur. Her eyes are a warm, solid pair of earthen brown orbs and along her ears is a rim of black midnight. Her fur is long, as is usual for a maine coon, and her face is the darker chocolate of her brown pelt.
Picture: sobi.org/photos/Cat/BuenosAires/Recoletta/XA9U6368.JPG
Personality: Nettlekit is a shy kit and quiet kit. Her nature is usually reserved and soft-spoken, speaking a maximum of four to six sentences a day. She's gentle and can sometimes be playful but her eager to please tone often gives her the impression of a very frightened kit. As stated, she's eager to please and hates to be scolded, usually having to sum up a lot of courage when she's needed to speak with older cats. Nettlekit has a fascination with water and ferns, loving to curl up in a soft bed of the botany or gazing at her reflection. She bears a secret curiosity that leaks out of her every now and then, hungry for knowlegde yet unwilling to show it.
History: Nettlekit comes from the usual litter of kittens, two to three. Being born the middle kit, she was tied between being spoiled and being neglected. Her mother adored her older brother and worried for her younger sister. Nettlekit often followed her older brother Blackkit in a solemn silence, happy when he played with her and disheartened when he didn't want to. Even though she was still a kit, she took it upon herself to be responsible for her younger sister Softkit. Being the tiniest of the litter, Nettlekit kept a gentle eye on her and, even though Softkit could be a bore, grew very fond of her little sister. However it all went into a tragedy one stormy night.
One of the rivers nearby had flooded far too high during a storm, almost flooding the entire camp which the clan had to evacuate. Alarmed and separated from her mother and siblings, Nettlekit had been caught in one of the currents. Desperate and wailing, one of the warriors soon heard her cries and swam through the harsh bawling storm and rescued her, bringing her to safety. Saved but anxious, Nettlekit pleaded with her savior to find her mother and littermates. She was heartbroken when her savior can back empty handed. Her mother and siblings were never seen again.
IC: It was a bright sunny day in Riverclan, the stereotypical day of peace in the camp. All of the clan were already bustling about. Almost all of them of course. One kit was still nestled in her bed, her thickly furred tail curled and almost hiding her dark body. White paws barely poking out of her long fur, Nettlekit dozed as if she had all the time in the world. However her deep slumber was interrupted when a loud screech made her dark eyes snap open and she leaped to her paws, squeaking in surprise when her denmates, other kits in different litters, romped around the nursery. Quick for escape, Nettlekit streaked out of the nursery and panted as she raced away from her rambunctious denmates. Giving them only a second glance, Nettlekit padded out into the camp and almost fell back from the activeness. Shyly, she padded out into the sun and mewed to herself, "How long was I asleep?"
Password: Secrets
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Kit
Clan: Riverclan
Description: Nettlekit is a young little maine coon kitten. At medium height with a difference of an inch or two from most kittens, she's a rich dark brown kit. Her tail has an ebony black tip and she sports four snowy white paws. Just underneath her thick fur are barely visible dark tabby stripes among her chocolate fur. Her eyes are a warm, solid pair of earthen brown orbs and along her ears is a rim of black midnight. Her fur is long, as is usual for a maine coon, and her face is the darker chocolate of her brown pelt.
Picture: sobi.org/photos/Cat/BuenosAires/Recoletta/XA9U6368.JPG
Personality: Nettlekit is a shy kit and quiet kit. Her nature is usually reserved and soft-spoken, speaking a maximum of four to six sentences a day. She's gentle and can sometimes be playful but her eager to please tone often gives her the impression of a very frightened kit. As stated, she's eager to please and hates to be scolded, usually having to sum up a lot of courage when she's needed to speak with older cats. Nettlekit has a fascination with water and ferns, loving to curl up in a soft bed of the botany or gazing at her reflection. She bears a secret curiosity that leaks out of her every now and then, hungry for knowlegde yet unwilling to show it.
History: Nettlekit comes from the usual litter of kittens, two to three. Being born the middle kit, she was tied between being spoiled and being neglected. Her mother adored her older brother and worried for her younger sister. Nettlekit often followed her older brother Blackkit in a solemn silence, happy when he played with her and disheartened when he didn't want to. Even though she was still a kit, she took it upon herself to be responsible for her younger sister Softkit. Being the tiniest of the litter, Nettlekit kept a gentle eye on her and, even though Softkit could be a bore, grew very fond of her little sister. However it all went into a tragedy one stormy night.
One of the rivers nearby had flooded far too high during a storm, almost flooding the entire camp which the clan had to evacuate. Alarmed and separated from her mother and siblings, Nettlekit had been caught in one of the currents. Desperate and wailing, one of the warriors soon heard her cries and swam through the harsh bawling storm and rescued her, bringing her to safety. Saved but anxious, Nettlekit pleaded with her savior to find her mother and littermates. She was heartbroken when her savior can back empty handed. Her mother and siblings were never seen again.
IC: It was a bright sunny day in Riverclan, the stereotypical day of peace in the camp. All of the clan were already bustling about. Almost all of them of course. One kit was still nestled in her bed, her thickly furred tail curled and almost hiding her dark body. White paws barely poking out of her long fur, Nettlekit dozed as if she had all the time in the world. However her deep slumber was interrupted when a loud screech made her dark eyes snap open and she leaped to her paws, squeaking in surprise when her denmates, other kits in different litters, romped around the nursery. Quick for escape, Nettlekit streaked out of the nursery and panted as she raced away from her rambunctious denmates. Giving them only a second glance, Nettlekit padded out into the camp and almost fell back from the activeness. Shyly, she padded out into the sun and mewed to herself, "How long was I asleep?"
Password: Secrets
